Song | The Ladies Of London Town |
Artist | Frank Turner |
Album | Sleep Is For The Week |
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There抯 so many beautiful girls in here tonight, | |
I can hardly stand it. | |
Where do they go during the day? | |
Who the hell do they go home with at the end of the night? | |
I don抰 understand it. | |
They never go home with me. | |
You dance as if you抮e hours away from death, | |
You抮e wearing too much make-up and showing too much flesh, | |
And you smile a smile to take away my breath, | |
Because tonight, and only tonight, you know you抮e the best. | |
The ladies of | |
London town | |
Go flowing through these streets like water | |
Running little streams down to the river. | |
They wash the dirty ground, they sweep me off my feet, | |
But like an | |
English summer, they抣l soon be gone forever. | |
I抳e seen you trawling | |
Camden at 4am, | |
Outside of the clubnight, | |
Deciding whose house will hold a free-for-all. | |
I抳e followed you back to mansions and | |
I抳e met all your friends | |
Under the streetlights | |
But I can never recall what you抮e called. | |
You dance, you sweat, | |
Your glance is met, | |
And you hold my gaze a bit, | |
And pretend you never did, | |
And I抦 left standing on my own. | |
The ladies of | |
London town throw one last glance over their shoulders, | |
Blow a kiss, and then they抮e gone forever. |
There zha so many beautiful girls in here tonight, | |
I can hardly stand it. | |
Where do they go during the day? | |
Who the hell do they go home with at the end of the night? | |
I don yang understand it. | |
They never go home with me. | |
You dance as if you zhen e hours away from death, | |
You zhen e wearing too much makeup and showing too much flesh, | |
And you smile a smile to take away my breath, | |
Because tonight, and only tonight, you know you zhen e the best. | |
The ladies of | |
London town | |
Go flowing through these streets like water | |
Running little streams down to the river. | |
They wash the dirty ground, they sweep me off my feet, | |
But like an | |
English summer, they yun l soon be gone forever. | |
I ni e seen you trawling | |
Camden at 4am, | |
Outside of the clubnight, | |
Deciding whose house will hold a freeforall. | |
I ni e followed you back to mansions and | |
I ni e met all your friends | |
Under the streetlights | |
But I can never recall what you zhen e called. | |
You dance, you sweat, | |
Your glance is met, | |
And you hold my gaze a bit, | |
And pretend you never did, | |
And I bing left standing on my own. | |
The ladies of | |
London town throw one last glance over their shoulders, | |
Blow a kiss, and then they zhen e gone forever. |
There zhā so many beautiful girls in here tonight, | |
I can hardly stand it. | |
Where do they go during the day? | |
Who the hell do they go home with at the end of the night? | |
I don yāng understand it. | |
They never go home with me. | |
You dance as if you zhěn e hours away from death, | |
You zhěn e wearing too much makeup and showing too much flesh, | |
And you smile a smile to take away my breath, | |
Because tonight, and only tonight, you know you zhěn e the best. | |
The ladies of | |
London town | |
Go flowing through these streets like water | |
Running little streams down to the river. | |
They wash the dirty ground, they sweep me off my feet, | |
But like an | |
English summer, they yun l soon be gone forever. | |
I nǐ e seen you trawling | |
Camden at 4am, | |
Outside of the clubnight, | |
Deciding whose house will hold a freeforall. | |
I nǐ e followed you back to mansions and | |
I nǐ e met all your friends | |
Under the streetlights | |
But I can never recall what you zhěn e called. | |
You dance, you sweat, | |
Your glance is met, | |
And you hold my gaze a bit, | |
And pretend you never did, | |
And I bǐng left standing on my own. | |
The ladies of | |
London town throw one last glance over their shoulders, | |
Blow a kiss, and then they zhěn e gone forever. |